I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Who gets to decide? We don't always know what's best for ourselves, even when we think we do. Forcing our hand in a situation isn't always the answer. So, now what? Is knowing what we deserve just supposed to be enough to get us through until...?